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View from my windows

Look and see
What's a chain to the beggar
is the sugar tit to the rich
There is no more envelope to push
Charles Bukowski left a long time ago
The post office is empty
so are the bellies of the poor
There's filth and feces in the streets
There's filth and feces in the brains
Nations built on broken backs
Spartacus had it right
break out of the circus
Maybe we can not win this game
but at least
if only in our minds
we can fight this machine
I am not sure
but maybe
there is
glory
in the end
Angelast1
Written by Angelast1
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Author's Note
I am back in the USA after living in Mexico for 3 years....watch my poetry change for the darker.
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